memories

Memories of a lifetime spent together, under the same roof, sleeping in the same room. Now only those memories are left, surely happy memories, but full of regrets for unspoken things, things that took for granted, which you realise you needed to say when it’s too late. This documentary photography project, sacred to my granny, merges a series of memories and pictures.
There are screens of written notes, more tenderly similiar to doodles due to the Parkinson syndrome, as well as flower paintings, which accompanied her through her whole life thanks to her job as a ceramist, pictures of her youth with alterations realised with scratches or poured wax as a symbol of the effects of the aging memory that deletes memories day by day leaving only confused lines.
Alternately there are some scans from still life pictures in which pictures of her are surrounded by her dearest objects and pictures of places and details connected to them.